Moody Meow

I called into work again. I feel bad for it, but I had no business driving this morning. When I’m awake I feel better, but the challenge is trying to wake up. I snapped again last night, spent the early morning hours watching my recorded episodes of 60 Minutes and CSI (all except Miami, which is the dumbest of the lot). I got about an hour of sleep. Still heavily medicated, I took D to work because he was having issues with his car and we had to drop it off at the dealership. I’m awake now, feeling guilty and in dire need of something to eat.

I’m feeling sorry for myself. I want to have a tantrum, but I know that’s not generally a socially acceptable way of releasing tension. On one hand my meds and brain are cooperating nicely. On the other hand, the side effects are a bitch. What’s more important? Moodswings or a job? So, that’s where my head’s at, and not up my ass.

I think Mr. Hurricane Alberto needs to piss off. We need the rain, but I like the 24 hour storms. We’ve lost power a couple times for minutes. Just enough time to freak the cable out and make the dogs tilt their head in confusion.

I had a dream that we sold our couch and bought plastic lawn furniture. Strange.

I need to eat. Happy Monday